The phone rang just as we sat down for lunch today. Sam answered it. It was my supervisor at the Y. Barbara had a question about lessons this fall, but before she asked she wanted me to know that a phone had been left on her desk this morning. When Matt came in to the office on rotation, he asked, "What's my mom's phone doing on your desk?" No one knows - or is at least telling - how it got there, but my old phone is back. Unfortunately, I like my new one more . . .
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